He stood as handsome as a fairy, and his cold temperament seemed incompatible with the barren and chaotic village. Leisurely raising his hand, he pressed slightly against the altar that was blazing with flames, and the fire instantly became smaller, and then gradually extinguished.

The stunned villagers didn't react for a while, until they let out a terrible roar: "Fairy boy, save us!"

Suddenly, everyone came back to their senses, and they all stood up and ran to him with cries, and some knelt on the ground and bowed again and again, muttering words in their mouths.

The corners of the cold lotus demon's pale red lips pursed into a straight line, he is here to save people, but not to save these "executioners".

Looking at a group of villagers who rushed over, he snorted coldly, the hem of his clothes moved slightly with the wind, and the whole person swept through the crowd like a feather, flying directly towards the unconscious little boy. Stepping on the crumbling platform with his feet on the crumbling platform, looking at the child in front of him who didn't know life and death, his heart that was originally clenched suddenly calmed down. With a flick of his fingers, the hemp rope that bound the child's hands and feet was cut, and he didn't care about the child's black and bloody clothes, he held him in his arms with both hands, and didn't look at the people who were crying and screaming, and turned around and disappeared in place, leaving only the platform that was burned black and tattered by the fire, and a group of desperate villagers who knelt down.

In the bamboo forest, the warm sunlight casts dappled light and shadow through the lush foliage, and the lush bamboo surrounds an ordinary small courtyard, where a young man in white is sitting at a stone table and pouring himself a drink. He used the round light technique to conjure up the scene outside the Nantian Temple at this time, Bai Wuxian led the reinforcements to fight to the death with the demon army, and it could be seen that the naturally white-haired temple master had really begun to work hard to protect his own territory, thinking of what he said before that he would not be able to keep the Nantian Temple and leave, the cold lotus demon couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth.

More than three hundred years of calm have made many gods relax their vigilance, and it is not that they have no strength to fight in the face of the demon army, but they are unwilling to fight as desperately as they did when the gods and demons fought back then. There are not a few people like Bai Wuxian who don't know how to be prepared for danger in times of peace, which is also one of the things that he is quite worried about as a god.

In the battle between the two sides, it can be seen that the demon army still has a slight advantage, at first they were caught off guard by the sudden killing of the divine realm reinforcements, and then quickly adjusted their battles, and quickly regained their disadvantage. There were casualties on both sides, and compared to their army, the demon army was more calm, which showed the strength of its commander.

Mu Hua, he remembered the name of the marshal who led the troops. That person has an inextricable relationship with the half-demon plum, Dugu Che is not there, it seems that this powerful little marshal was cultivated by that woman, I have to say that this woman has a good eye, this person is a general.

Watching with interest as the two sides fought hotly, the Cold Lotus Demon suddenly moved his eyebrows slightly, raised his hand to retract the scene in front of him, and got up lightly and walked into the bamboo house.

"Awake?"

The little boy was lying on a neat bamboo couch, wearing a white single coat made of pure cotton fabric, and his hair was combed neatly, looking clean and tidy like a new life.

Slowly opened his eyes, and after being roasted by the thick smoke, he couldn't see the surrounding environment clearly, and could only vaguely see a white figure. I tried to open my mouth, but I found that although my mouth was moist, I didn't even have the strength to speak after I hadn't eaten for too long.

The cold lotus demon walked over to help him check the wound, but fortunately, this child has no strength, there are too many broken bones, and the slightest movement will involve the injury, the mortal's body is extremely fragile, and it can't be treated with too many spells, so it can only be slowly recuperated.

Relieved, he reflexively went outside, put the rice porridge in the pot in a small bowl, and served it with the soft green vegetables and white meat that had been boiled in water before, and simply put some oil and salt to taste. When he was about to serve it out, he caught a glimpse of a small bottle of honey in the corner, so he put the plate down and scooped a few spoonfuls of honey with a spoon and stirred it into the porridge. Seven or eight-year-olds have a sweet tooth, and feeding them a little will not affect the recovery of the wound.

Walking into the inner room with a tray, seeing that he was still in a daze, the cold lotus demon sighed imperceptibly.

"Eat first. ”

The child was really weak, and even if he was barely fed a few mouthfuls of water when he was unconscious, his lips were still pale and chapped at this time, which made people feel very distressed. Gently helped him up and leaned on the back chair leaning on the bamboo couch, he was in a painful cold sweat, but he bit the corner of his lip and didn't dare to make a sound.

Seeing that he couldn't sit steadily, the cold lotus demon casually picked up a thin quilt and rolled it up to help him cushion behind him.

Scooping up a small spoonful of rice porridge and feeding it to him, looking at the child in front of him who gritted his teeth and endured the pain but still tried to eat, the cold lotus demon's calm heart was also touched.

When he brought the child back, he only had a faint breath left, his body was covered with traces of fire burns, and most of his hair was scorched, and he had to cut it off when he cleaned it up. The most regrettable thing is that the left half of the child's face was also disfigured in the fire. After helping him wash his body, Leng Lian Demon found out that in fact, this child's appearance is still very delicate and cute, his facial features are very exquisite, a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, a high nose bridge, and a moderately thick lip flap, which makes people like it when they look at it. It's just that I haven't eaten enough for a long time, my body is too thin, and I don't have the baby fat of ordinary children, so I look a little shaky.

The two ate quietly, and the Cold Lotus Demon put the battle of the Nantian Temple behind for the time being, relaxed himself, and enjoyed this moment of tranquility like an ordinary person in the mortal world.

Although the little boy was very hungry, he knew how to control himself, and he only obediently ate his meal and did not want any more.

"Big Brother ......"

Seeing that he lay himself on the bed, ready to pack up the dishes and chopsticks and leave, the boy couldn't help but call him softly, but he didn't dare to ask more.

The cold lotus demon turned his head, his indifferent gaze fell on him, and then put down the plate to help him spread out the thin quilt and cover his body.

"I'm not going to go until I'm well. ”

A simple sentence let the child's hanging heart go, hummed softly, and obediently watched his brother go out. He didn't know that honey had been added to the porridge just now, but he just thought it was sweet and delicious.

The Cold Lotus Demon washed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen like an ordinary mortal man, wiped the water droplets on his hands and returned to the courtyard. He looked at the verdant green bamboo at the door and pondered for a moment, and then strode over, he wanted to cut down this bamboo to make something.

Mortals can't use the lotus pond water to heal their wounds, otherwise they will lose their longevity by touching things in the divine realm after the injuries heal, so he plans to make a mask of bamboo for the time being, and wear it on his face to cover the scars, so that he will not be sad because of the pain of his childhood when he grows up.

The room was quiet, the little boy opened his eyes and looked curiously at the simple and neat furnishings in the house, smelled the faint cold fragrance in the air, and guessed that the eldest brother might be the son of a rich family.

He had never slept in such a clean room since he was a child, and he couldn't help but feel a little novel. Thoughts flew in his mind, he didn't remember when the eldest brother came, only faintly felt as if he heard him talking before he fell unconscious, but he couldn't remember what he was talking about for a while. Slowly recalling like this, bursts of sleepiness hit, and he finally couldn't help but fall asleep slowly.

At this time, there were many swords on the Nantian Divine Temple, and the tense atmosphere made all the soldiers hold their breath and raise their guard. The demon army, led by Marshal Mu Hua, led the army to stand on the main hall menacingly, and a large number of divine realm reinforcements led by Bai Wuxian stood opposite them, all of them waiting for each other.

"Generalissimo Mu, it's easy for you to occupy my southern city, but it's delusional to want to take my temple, this is the territory of the god realm, how can it be a place for you and other demons to spread wild!"

Mu Hua, who was dressed in a black robe, had long hair tied high on the top of his head, and the whole person looked high-spirited, handsome and chic. "Bai Wuxian, don't talk nonsense, if Ben Shuai dares to fight here, he is not afraid of offending your god realm, and he will beat me back if he has a kind!"

This is really not a flat statement, obviously a generalissimo, but the words he said were like a street gangster, and the soldiers of the demon army behind him also hooked the corners of their mouths and sneered when they heard this. The winner is the king, and the loser is the villain, where is there so much reason? Cut off the heads of these gods and see if they dare to hold the shelves of gods!

Bai Wuxian was laughed at angrily, demons are demons, barbaric madness is their nature, and they will only be honest if they are subdued with a sword.

"In that case, why don't you go into battle in person, I want to see what kind of master is who has the ability to enter my Nantian Temple!"

"Heads-up?" Mu Hua raised an eyebrow, there are still heads-up in the war?

"Why, don't you dare?" capture the thief and capture the king first, Bai Wuxian plans to take down this guy who is above the top first, so that the demon army will be in chaos, as long as the army is in turmoil, they will be completely sure to drive it out.

At this time, Bai Wuxian had another idea, that is, to take this opportunity to show his ability, and also make up for the shame of the temple being attacked by the demon army, and by the way, make a contribution in front of the Cold Lotus Demon. It's just that he didn't know that their god was cutting bamboo in the mortal world, and he didn't have time to come back to supervise the battle, and he did his best to take care of the children, and he didn't even have the heart to use the Yuanguang technique.

Mu Hua naturally understood that the other party was using the radical method, how could he sit in the position of marshal not even have this brain?

Without directly refusing any emotion, Mu Hua smiled evilly, and then held the knife above his head with one hand, bursting with a terrifying murderous aura all over his body, and ordered sharply: "Kill!"

The demon soldiers, who had been impatient for a long time, suddenly roared madly and rushed towards the god general, with an overwhelming momentum, making the entire temple tremble slightly.

Bai Wuxian's eyes darkened, and he toasted without eating and drinking!

The long knife was horizontal, and he shouted: "Kill me!"

When the words fell, Bai Wuxian rushed out directly, and slashed a few swarming demon soldiers with his backhand, these little minions were very indifferent, and his target was Mu Hua. Deal with this guy, and the demon army will be self-defeating.

Mu Hua naturally saw Bai Wuxian's purpose, but he still didn't accept the move, and when Bai Wuxian raised his knife and killed directly, one dodged and dodged, slashing five god generals away. The skull flew out in an instant, and five pillars of blood rose to the sky, and the smell of blood spread everywhere. The hot blood fell on the demon soldiers in the battle, and suddenly aroused the demonic nature hidden in the depths, and countless demon soldiers had blood-red eyes, revealing their green fangs one after another.